Poems from Christum830
The ending
The final scene
Her funeral.
They walk black by black
Shades of grey tear raindrops
They echoe silently, silently
One grenade...
The first time I heard poetry…
the poet took the stage with steadfast confidence and a look in his eyes that read that he’d been here for...
We march in the mud and blood of the innocent bystanders
With heavy helmets and heavier hearts
Where did the madness come from
Was it the...
Wolves , creatures that wander freely with
Ominous yellow eyes that shine through the night
Living where the wind may take them
Violent...
A image pops up, Billy, my life long friend, Caresses her bald head for comfort, Death’s black cloak fills her eyes, Echoing valley’s...